This one is different! Far more powerful than the others of her kind that he's encountered. Crossing blades with her is a thrill greater than even the hunts he recalled. The thrill not of chasing down and slaughtering prey, but of meeting a worthy opponent in battle!

Her words seemed to pierce past some of that though. Glowing red optics shift toward the guards, and he let out a low, thoughtful growl. Once, those humans would have made perfect sport but now... now he has no interest in them at all. After a moment, he focused back on Jasmine.

"Perhaps I could, and perhaps you should not have drawn your weapon if you lacked the stomach to use it!" Servos whirred in his arms and legs as he suddenly gave a heave with his strength, trying to win this little standoff by pushing Jasmine back.